Let the Fun Begin

Brynn is 9 months old and has entered what I consider the funnest phase of a baby's life. Every milestone is so exciting, it's like I'm watching her little personality unfold right before my eyes. I can't get enough of her big, scrunched nose smile showing off her oversized front teeth. She excitedly greets people she knows with waves and claps, but strangers, don't count on it, she'll probably just bury her face in mama's shoulder. Her hair is getting longer and thicker and spends most of it's time hanging in her eyes because she won't leave anything in her hair for more than 2 minutes. Brynn now enjoys all the fun things we go out and do and I don't feel like I'm just dragging her along anymore. This makes having 2 kids much easier because I can plan activities they both enjoy rather than having to decide if we're going to do something for Brynn or for Mason. I can't wait for her to start walking so she doesn't put holes in all her pants and scratch up her knees when we play outside (which is currently what happens). She has started standing on her own, so maybe in a another month or so. She loves following Mason around and wants to play with whatever he's playing with (much to his dismay) and is not easily distracted with anything else. She loves her big brother! She loves to babble and immitate our noises. My personal favorite is when I hear her making train and dinosaur noises right along-side Mason in the toy room. She is still my itty bitty girl weighing 16 lbs 8 oz (11%) but has had quite the growth spurt in length to 27.5 inches (46%). Her night time sleeping is still a bit of a problem, but she is getting a little more consistent at putting herself back to sleep and sleeping through the night. One day I'll remember what's it's like to get a full night's sleep, but not today. Brynn is a happy and sweet little girl when she is content, but is very vocal when things aren't going her way. She definitely has made us work a lot harder than Mason did as a baby,but the good times always outshine the hard ones. We sure love our little one.

Life

We have been watching the Life series on Discovery Channel. It's been a hit.

It's Gotta Be the Hair

I know I have alluded to the famous "baby sweep" at our house, but I don't think I've ever really explained how it came to be. Remember 2 years ago when we had this little problem? Well, Mason's love for my hair continued long after I made that post. Whenever Mason was tired, upset, or nervous he would instantly reach for my hair. He would take a handful of my hair and use the ends to tickle his face, arms, and hands with the ends. As soon as the hair made contact with his skin he would get this look in his eyes like he had just taken a drug. We tried to get him to use other soft textured things to tickle his face and arms but it just didn't have the same effect. I finally concluded that it wasn't actually the tickling or texture that he liked, but knowing that mommy was just a hair length away. It was January 2009 and we were longing for a solution to our problem more than ever because we had just transitioned Mason to a big boy bed and he still wanted to have my hair tickling him to fall asleep. It was the biggest challenge we faced getting Mason to stay in his bed at bedtime. Then one day the answer came in an unsuspecting package. I received a make-up sample in the mail from bareMinerals that included a sample "Buki Brush" that is made with very soft hairs. I left it on the table where Mason later came across it, picked it up, and began to tickle his face with it. I watched as he got the look in his eyes and he was nowhere near me or my hair. He looked at me and said, "It's a baby sweep" (at the time he called brooms sweeps and since it was so small it was a baby sweep). That night we put it to the test and it was a miracle, he was perfectly content laying in bed tickling his face and arms with his new "baby sweep". The transition to his big bed was a breeze after that. When the baby sweep was tragically lost while Mason was staying at my parents house my mom found the closest bareMinerals retail store and went and begged for another sample brush, she even offered to pay for it. They thought it was hilarious his security item was a make up brush and so they not only gave her one, but three so we would never be in a baby sweep crisis again. It's been over a year, but Mason still asks for his baby sweep each night at bedtime. This picture was taken just tonight right as he fell asleep tickling his face. So why do I bring up this story a year later? Well, I was experiencing a little bit of deja vu the past couple months when Brynn started grabbing my hair and rubbing it on her face whenever I was holding her. I was not exactly thrilled to be facing this situation again, and let's face it, we've still got a while before a baby sweep would be anything more than a choking hazard for her. Lucky for me, this time around I'm dealing with a girl. As her hair got longer she discovered it and fell in love. Now whenever she is mad, sad, or tired a little hand goes straight to her head like a magnet and starts to pull on those baby locks. It doesn't bode well for the styling of her hair, but hey, if she's happy, I'm happy. Sweet Dreams.

Laughter is the best medicine

Just last week I caught myself saying out loud that we have not had as much as a runny nose all winter long at our house. As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had jinxed us and someone was bound to get sick. Sure enough, Saturday night I woke up to a dog barking, and then I remembered we don't have a dog. It was actually Brynn who was barking... yep, good old Mr. Croup has found us. I thought the steroid shot at the doctor would turn things around, but that doesn't seem to be the case. My Little Boo has been wollowing in misery for the last 5 days and nights. You know how misery loves company, last night Mason started in with the wheezing and barking, he showed up at my bedside and wheezed out, "I don't (wheeze, bark) feel well... (bark, bark) and I'm making (wheeze) funny noises (bark, bark)". I couldn't help but laugh at my funny little boy. I bundled him up in blankets and we went and sat out on the porch in the cold air until his airways loosened up a bit. I took him to the doctor first thing this morning and he was making everyone in the office laugh by telling them, "I'm not sick, I just make some funny noises" and "mommy, do you like my funny noises?". Mason is already back to his silly, active self so I guess it goes to show that laughter really is the best medicine. Poor Brynn is still a sick but very sweet little girl. We will continue to make her laugh so she, too, will soon be better.Brynn has been sporting the 'Snot's Hot' hair due this week. This is Mason's new camera smile. He thinks he is smiling when he squints his eyes.

To end on a positive note. Here are some pictures on the swings before sickness hit.

Date Night

Scott and I are always looking for opportunities to go out on a cheap date. Last night we went on a date that didn't cost us a penny, but there was nothing cheap about it. Scott's department got to use Nu Skin's courtside tickets to the Jazz vs Atlanta Hawks game. We were sitting with our feet on the hardwood floor. I could have stretched my legs out and tripped the ref after a bad call if I had wanted. It was awesome!! Not only were we right in the action for the game but we were treated to an amazing gourmet dinner before the game and refreshments at halftime. Based on the price tags on our tickets we went on a $1800 date for free. Can't complain about that... even if the Jazz did blow it and lose the game. Thanks Nu Skin!! Hideous picture that shows where we were sitting. Us and the Dastrups and I'm assuming the guy behind us is the one who yelled "it's the shoes Beebee" to Mike Bibby LITERALLY every time they came down the court. Can you say annoying?

Experiences

Like most people, I have enjoyed watching the Olympics this past week. The winter games mostly consist of sports and athletes I know nothing about, but tonight was different. Tonight I watched the skeleton competition and it brought back a lot of memories. Here is a little known fact about me, 10 years ago, when I was a Sophomore in high school, I spent the winter training for the 2 man bobsled and skeleton. It was the year 2000 and the Salt Lake City Olympics were just around the corner. They were trying to increase Utah's field of women bobsled and skeleton athletes. Most of these athletes have a background in track and field because of the importance of explosive sprint speed to start the race, so the coaches went around to local High Schools inviting some of the top track athletes to come train for the year completely free. When I was approached and invited to do this I thought, sure, why not. So every Wednesday for the entire winter my mom drove me up to Park City no matter what the weather conditions were and waited in the freezing cold while I had a 4-5 hour practice (I wasn't 16 yet so I couldn't drive myself). The things I remember most about my time at the Utah Olympic Park are how cold my feet would get no matter how many hand warmers I had stuffed in my socks, how many bruises I got on my shoulders from banging into the walls, how crazy it felt to be going so fast and only being able to see about a foot in front of me, how bad I was at being the bobsled driver (they only let me drive once, and after I almost flipped the sled they decided I was much more fit to be a pusher), and how at the time I never realized what a once-in-a-life-time experience I was having. I was never particularly good at either sport, but I sure had fun trying them. My point in posting this is that I never want to forget all the amazing experiences I had growing up and how every one of them was the result of sacrifices my parents made for me. I hope I can provide my kids with as many opportunities and experiences as I had growing up. Thanks Mom and Dad.

Fun in the Sun

Every year by the time February rolls around, all of us in the Murray household start to feel a little gloomy and ready for winter to be over. To try and curb the seasonal depression that inevitably starts to set in, we planned a little getaway to sunny Arizona to visit our desert dwelling relatives. I was a little worried about the long drive with Brynn who still hates being in her car seat for more than 15 minutes at a time, but with some good timing and me sitting next to her singing and dancing she made it just fine. Our vacation plans pretty much consisted of Scott enjoying a round of golf with Steve and Brandon; spending time with Brandon, Whitney, Rachel Faye, and SteveJenna in their new houses; and just trying to soak up every ray of sunshine we could. We did everything we wanted and more. Since the main purpose of family vacations is to create memories, here are my favorite memories from the trip.

* Staying at Brandon and Whitney's awesome new house.

* Seeing how much Rachel Faye has grown up since Christmas. She is barely 20 months old but looks and talks like she is 2 1/2.

* Rachel calling me Auntie. (It's confusing having someone with your same name)

* Mason being so excited to play with Rachel Faye and all of her cool toys.

* Mason's favorite toy being Rachel's singing and dancing Elmo Live that I'm pretty sure he thought was real because it moved and talked on its own.

* Noticing the distinct difference between the way boys and girls play, for example, when Rachel carefully put her doll in the stroller while Mason pretended like Elmo was eating it.

* Going to the train park. Enough said.

* Watching Mason's knuckles turn white from holding on so tight on the carousal.
* Watching Rachel Faye chase birds at the park.

* Going to the park in February.

* Listening to Brynn laugh, laugh, laugh on the swings.

* Parks with SAND.

* 75 degree weather....ahhh.

* Whitney inadvertently telling Mason he could get a new Hiro (train) toy tomorrow and then thinking he would forget overnight, just to have the first words out of his mouth the next morning, "Whitney! We go get my new Hiro of the Rails toy now?!"

* Scott and I sleeping in until 9 am thinking Brynn was setting a new record for sleeping in when really Brandon had gotten up with her at 7:30 and played with her all morning.

* Steve having an awesome connection that let them golf at Dinosaur Monument for a steal!

* Steve's friend Dave having a connection and getting us into Tia Rosa's on the Saturday before Valentine's Day without having to wait a minute.

* Playing Settlers with Brandon, Whitney and SteveJenna.

* Brandon telling Mason a bedtime story about a train named Jonah that was swallowed by a whale.

* Rachel talking more and more about choo choo trains as the days passed. Sorry Whit.

* Taking Rachel and Mason to nursery at church and realizing Brandon and Whitney didn't exaggerate at all with how weird it is.

* Staying at SteveJennas beautiful new house.

* SteveJenna's backyard that is like an oasis.

* Playing on a blanket with Brynn in the shade of an orange tree.

* Mason running all around the backyard playing with Weston aka "Rusten".

* Mason saying to Weston, "Let's play hide and seek, you count to ten." * Steve helping Weston play hide and seek with Mason.
* Mason trying to get Weston to shake and sit for a treat, and when the treats were gone trying to get him to do it for a leaf. * Steve and Jenna playing trains with Mason.
* Watching the Olympics with SteveJenna.

* Brynn driving Weston crazy with all of her noises during the night.

* Mason throwing a fit because he wanted the green Dinosaur Train book when no such book exists, at least not to my knowledge.

* Mason telling me on the way home that "Rusten" misses him and is sad and needs his dog mommy to make him feel better.

Those four days were just what we needed. A huge thanks to our gracious hosts Brandon & Whitney and Steve & Jenna. We might have to make this a yearly tradition.